Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

“OH THAT, Head Council from Hamburg called me.” She answered. Her code name, Bell, is 25 years old, of average height, and like her, she is an agent of the Order of the Five, a trained murderer, and an assassin. She was formerly a MI-6 co-worker who came close to leaving about two years ago. They both kill, but it's only their line of work; she continues to do it for another purpose.

She got a harsh face when she heard, “So, you're the one who sent to assist me take that Pakistani down? Oh fantastic, he's just a pest and seems like he's nothing.” She knew it wasn't joking at such times.

“Nothing means something. Do you know what he did before he was imprisoned? He killed the king of Pakistan, then you say nothing? So, you can do the work alone then, I'm leaving. Working with you is such a pain in the ass.” Oh god! Such a childish. Addison was surprised by the flying shuriken that almost hit her nose tangentially, she immediately used her reflexes to avoid the attack. Addi frowned and jumped to attack from behind, but Bell grabbed her hand causing her to be thrown effortlessly.

She sarcastically remarked, “Ow, my bad.” Oh, this cretin. She shook herself off and promptly got to her feet.

She said, “You, ungrateful witch,” and she snatched the juice out of his hand and drank it right away.

Bell pulled a black flash drive from the bra tuck and added, “Because, we're buddies. By the way, the council told you should knock down the Pakistani within this week.” After grabbing it, Addi walked over to the center table where her laptop was set up. When the flash drive's contents were shown, his eyes nearly burst from shock.

“Fuck! Where did you get this? I mean I've been looking for this.” Those documents included a summary of her target's numerous bank accounts and illicit activities. Fake individuals using real funds. That bastard!

Bell simply lay down on the lengthy couch with her arms folded. It said with derision, “Oh that? I just got it from his staff and you’re welcome.”

Addi nodded and got up, “Fine, you're working with me then.” She stared at her thoughtfully and remarked inanely, “So, when are we going to knock this person down?” They both grinned.

“Tonight, there's an auction going on at the Midnight club, he's going there to sell drugs. Want to party with me?” Addi's blood immediately came to life at what she heard. It's just a party thing and she's really excited.

“Hella yes, I love party.” she exclaimed excitedly. Even though they were only together once in a mission, they became friends. They were together in daily training at MI-6 and it was there that their trio of Martin formed. They shared the same dreams that one day they will be able to lose the life they have and they both made it. Who would have imagined that living outside the Pentagon would be difficult? but they manage to survive. If they are practicing for survival, what else? She did not hesitate to join another organization when she learned that Martin was also employed by CDJ at the time.

Two evening gowns were taken by Addison from the hidden wardrobe. She combed her hair before inserting the tiny dagger. She also put on a holster and inserted a baby pistol and another dagger into it. It just looked like a decoration on her legs. When she came out of the wardrobe, she saw that Bell was ready. “You don't bring a weapon?” but she only had a devilish grin on her lips.

“It's your job, so I don't need any of it. Besides, I'm just backing up. So, let's party.” Bell is very aggressive when it comes to work, but that is no reason to outdo her. And that’s right, Bell is just her back up, and her job is still to kill that Pakistani, and now is the right time.

When they arrived at the midnight club, Bell abruptly yelled. “Change location? Shit!" Addi was just exhausted to mutter a word, she won't care. The important thing is that the man's blood will be shed on her hand, and hello, promotion, hello Hamburg. Who cares if her target shifts to a different place? Additionally, she will locate it and it will be found anywhere else it may be hiding. Deep down she was sure he could easily knock down his target.

“His new location?” she asked, boringly.

“El Paradiso, girl isn’t you always there? What's in that club?” Bell asked excitedly instead of focusing on their target. It looks like it's her first time to go to that paradise, tsk. Where is it staying and don’t even know that place?

“Just shut up, I'm not in the mood to explain. See for yourself.” She replied coldly and leaned herself back in the chair. “By the way, there's a sniper in the back of the car, you can use in case you need to.” Bell nodded.

 “How's the gate away car?”

  “Enough of questions. I already called Martin, he's on his way.”

She was focused on the Pakistani, Quinn Dheemant, who was accompanied by his body guards when they arrived at El Paradiso shortly after eight o'clock. They were likely ahead of the attendees for the auction. Bell and Addi followed suit and walked through the main door; unfortunately, they only had an invitation card for one person. What a vindictive witch!

She even gives a flying kiss as she enters the main hall and says, “Sorry, I really meant to acquire a single invitation card, so see you at the stage, bye!” Addi had to use a different door to enter after being stomped in annoyance. She found a rainbow-colored creature when she opened it. Wearing a very thick make up.

 “Oh my! It's a good thing you're here, I’ve been waiting backstage for a while, and good you look ready. Let's go!” she went immediately silent when a gay man suddenly pulled her closer to him. Addison was about to pull her hand away when it suddenly spoke. “You're going to replace the model who backed out earlier, anyway, you'll just stand on stage for the auction.” Addi was shocked when he mentioned that word.

A-Auction? Wait, no one said there were women in that auction. Bell, only one took the invitation card, meaning they had already planned it. It's just that those bastards are great. “What's your name again?”

The young woman took some time to consider her response. She shouldn't reveal her whole name to them. She needed to be cautious. “It's Adda,” she utters. The man nodded, and led her backstage. Some other ladies were taking part in the auction; they were dressed in nightgowns and appeared to be prepared. She then selected a mask from a rack before eventually approaching the group of women wearing masks. Everyone is covered up.

Before coming on stage, they had a lengthy conversation after someone approached her. She took a close look at everyone there, the target, the guards, and any potential collateral harm from what she was about to do. The target was at the front, and the guards were more present there than she had anticipated on the left and right. It appears to be much harder to knock out than expected.

She barely approached it and clutched her hand tightly because the auction had already started and she had seen that one of their co-workers was uneasy. She doesn't typically empathize with people, but it seems like that's how she felt at those times. She should just do that since both she and it are women. Since she arrived late, she was number seven out of the seven on the stage.

The emcee posed the question, “Who'll pick number one?” someone raised the card, and as the price was raised until someone had already purchased at number 1. She hoped the Pakistani in front of her would not raise his card otherwise Plan B would be carried out if the worst happened, and she was praying it would be her he will pick up.. She gave him her full attention as she tried to seduce him, and it seemed to work. Rich, perfect guys have found and caught everyone who was with her. This man will fall into her clutches tonight. He is attractive, black, and tall. He is younger than the Pakistani, but she doesn't care.

“And for the final part of this show! Who'll pick—” The host didn't finish what he was going to say when the target suddenly raised the card, looking really interested in him.

“1 billion for number 7.” Everyone gasps. It's really meant to be.

She smiled, “Unlucky man. I am in charge of your life.” No one wanted to take advantage of his price, so the host announced that Adda was sold. The target smiled foolishly. She got off the stage and headed for the target. Using the earpiece, she go-signals to Bell. She already knows what to do.

“You have a nice pick, baby. I'm sure you won't regret this.” She seductively kissed his earlobe. Gross. He was just a piece of cake, and she can handle him easily. Addison was sure of it.

“I know that, baby. Let's go to my suite,” Quinn was about to stand, but she restrained him by climbing on its lap as if she was a cat were caressing its master. She touched his face and teasingly looked at him.

“Let's go your place instead,” she mumbled. He nodded and quickly ordered the crew to get the car ready. Quinn lifted her as they exited that hall. Quinn’s' staff were still following them that made her irritated. “Tell your dog’s not to follow us, this is our night, baby.” He signalled not to follow them. Quinn's staff still hesitated but they did nothing but stop where they last set foot.

When she got into the car, she then stabbed the dagger in her thigh directly into his left chest. He gaped at her in disbelief. “I'm sorry but this night is not ours, see you in hell baby.” She then stabbed her again with another dagger in her hair. There was no hesitation in taking its life with her hands leaving a 'manslayer' mark'. No hesitation nor regret.

“Who a-are y-you?” fear drawn in his face.

Addison smiled sweetly as she could. “Oh, just call me manslayer.” then she pulled out the dagger from its chest at once. Blood dripped from there and the man fainted. She inhales loudly, it was an easy piece of cake. If she was to be obeyed, she would pull him out and take him to an old warehouse and torture it. She loves hearing them scream in pain begging for mercy.

She removed the gloves and wiped the dagger with the man's clothes. He was about to get out of the car when she felt a gun pointed at her head. They really ruined my night. She quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the car with full force and stabbed him twice with a dagger, hitting him straight in the heart. She got out of the car and, at the same time, they pulled out a gun.

“How disrespectful. You will shoot the woman unopposed? How pathetic!” She threw the dagger at the two and both got heart hit. She even rolled in front of the car and hid there. They fired a series of shots, and to her console, Quinn's vehicle was bullet proof. She returned fire and hit some of them, but immediately ran out of ammo.

She pressed her earpiece and spoke. “Bell, I need back up!” Soon, a car pulled up next to the car where she was hiding. Martin went down there. She also went out to fight head-on with those dog-looking goons. She punched and kicked everyone who approached, squirming them to the floor, and she didn’t care because her time was wasted. A man approached her with a knife but immediately fell because a locust hit his back. It was Bell using the sniper and there she was on a roof top, crouched, waving at her. Such a bitch.

Martin pulled her into the car and turned into a street where they would wait for Bell. Addison called HQ to report what happened. Maybe tomorrow he will go there to personally get the VISA card he hopes for. The red card.

“You're late,” she taunts Bell, catching her breath.

“For Pete’s sake, I'm wearing a long gown and heels down the stairs! Such bullshit!” She threw the sniper in the back and got into the car.